Today began unpromisingly dull and wet. I scanned the last few colour slides from
Abney Park Cemetery in May 2008. The second image and
the two which follow have been converted to black and white. The first of these shows a typically decorated capital. The second is the Pesman family grave. According to jacobstree.co.uk Frederic Adolphus senior, originally an artificial flower maker, lived for 81 years. His wives, Agnes Susan née Peak, daughter of a builder; Mary Ann, née Bulford; and some of his children were not so fortunate. The last name on the stone, obscured by ivy is probably the son of Frederick and Agnes who, along with two sisters, did not survive early infancy. Two of their daughters did survive, one to be 90.
Before lunch we drove to Ferndene Farm Shop and bought a Christmas tree, the needles of which
attempted to spear me on the way home.
The weather gradually improved this afternoon when we drove into the forest.
Barrows Lane is becoming soggy. Jackie parked on the verge while I photographed the landscape including two field horses in bright red and blue rugs.
By sunset over Hatchet Pond the skies had really cheered up.
When I came to draft this post I was hard put to distinguish between Jackie’s and my shots. The second gallery images are, I believe, those of the able Assistant Photographer, who,
driving home, metamorphosed into my Chauffeuse, and parked at East Boldre while I photographed
the remnants of the sunset reflected in a Winterbourne pool
and providing a backcloth for skeletal trees.
For dinner this evening Jackie provided lamb jalfrezi, mushroom rice topped with slices of boiled egg, and vegetable samosas. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Coonawarra.